12dz Chapter 52 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 26
Chapter 52 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 26
Wen Zhao blinked awkwardly, his eyelashes brushing against Ling Yi's neck.
He stubbornly muttered, "What's there for me to be embarrassed about?"
He was just diligently carrying out his mission!
Wen Zhao was perfectly justified, but then his ear was grabbed and he was kissed several times. His eyes were filled with dissatisfaction as he stared at Ling Yi.
Ling Yi gently stroked the back of his neck, sighing that young people just lack self-control; they couldn't restrain themselves after only a little teasing.
"Stop messing around." Wen Zhao grabbed the hand that was wandering around the back of his neck, his voice hoarse.
Ling Yi withdrew her hand and patted his handsome, flushed face: "What are you doing? I'm talking to you about something serious."
Business?
Before Wen Zhao could react, stacks of papers appeared in front of him.
"All the laboratory experience and small-scale industrialization ideas regarding penicillin." Ling Yi's cold and indifferent voice instantly transported Wen Zhao to the North Pole, jolting him back to his senses.
Now, there was no reaction at all; Huangxin Xiaobaiyang was finally about to face the cruel work.
Wen Zhao stared at the documents for a long time, then suddenly got up and took out a novel camera from the cabinet.
He bought this when he first arrived in the city and went shopping. As a country bumpkin, he naturally didn't know anything about the models. He just picked out the expensive ones and took several imported cameras. He also bought all the film in the store.
For a while after that, he would hang a camera around his neck and take pictures everywhere, and then after he got tired of taking pictures, he would throw the camera on the cabinet to collect dust.
Now, this camera, which everyone has seen and no one would doubt, has found a use again.
He gestured for Lingyi to guard the door, and Wen Zhao started snapping photos of the papers.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief after using up most of the film in the room and making several backups of the documents.
“These materials…” He looked at the precious original manuscripts hesitantly, unable to make up his mind.
Logically, it should be preserved, as it would be a precious cultural relic after the victory in the War of Resistance against Japan.
Furthermore, these resources can also be used if Ling Yi wants to publish papers in foreign medical journals.
He cherished Ling Yi's hard work, but Ling Yi, a working-class woman, packed everything up without hesitation: "I'll burn it when I get the chance!"
Ling Yi had spent countless brain cells writing these things to avoid the Japanese, and now that they were useless, she still had to expend energy to monitor them.
This is absolutely impossible!
Seeing the man's reluctance out of the corner of her eye, Lingyi kissed his eyes: "It's okay."
The most urgent task now is to produce penicillin on a large scale as soon as possible to treat people on the battlefield.
Then, the surplus penicillin was used to exchange for foreign exchange and supplies, and incidentally, to disrupt pharmaceutical factories that would have very low productivity for a long time to come, so that China could take the lead in biopharmaceuticals.
Compared to these, academic honors seem less important.
Ling Yi didn't think there was anything to be proud of in winning a medical award based on someone else's work, nor did she feel wronged by not receiving the award.
Wen Zhao looked into her clear eyes, and after a long while, he squeezed her wrist tightly: "We will remember you."
When the secret is revealed, all those who survived the drug will remember her.
"So sentimental." Ling Yi wasn't used to this emotional atmosphere and glared at the person who had suddenly become sentimental.
Wen Zhao stopped worrying about the documents and started organizing the large amount of film.
“In a few days, I will have these things delivered to the public.”
The journey from Shanghai to the Northwest is undoubtedly long, and there will be countless unexpected events along the way.
Perhaps it will be captured by the Japanese, or perhaps it will be killed in the southwest, or even bandits and natural disasters could be the reason why this information cannot reach the northwest.
All he could do was make as many backups as possible and send as many people as possible to deliver this precious document that everyone was willing to risk their lives to protect.
With the assassination attempt turmoil subsiding, the Special Higher Police, after arresting a group of Kuomintang agents, finally had no choice but to relax their surveillance of Shanghai.
The power dynamics here are incredibly complex. Although the Japanese claim to be the best in the world and fear no one, everyone knows that their words are far more powerful than their actions.
As the Special Higher Police and the Military Police reluctantly narrowed their search area, one inconspicuous person after another quietly disappeared into Shanghai.
The sudden disappearance of two or three baits meant for fishing greatly annoyed Nakamura: "What's gotten into these redheads all of a sudden!"
A few days ago, he had arrested a member of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) and managed to extract some information about communists from these guys who specialized in civil war.
He originally planned to play the long game and catch all those guys' superiors.
But who would have thought that as soon as he cast his pole, these guys vanished without a trace.
With so many people leaving at once, does it mean they've given up on Shanghai?
Thinking maliciously about this impossible situation, Nakamura had no choice but to temporarily abandon his plans to deal with these people, leaving only a few people to keep watch.
He refused to believe that those people wouldn't come back!
When they return, he will capture them all and give them no chance to escape!
"What did they say at home?" The proprietress of Donglai Shop asked, puzzled, as she twisted the yarn.
The shop owner, Donglai, lit his pipe by the window like an ordinary merchant and said slowly, "I don't know. The order was just to take the things back. If anything goes wrong, we can destroy the data immediately without hesitation."
The telegram was worded with unprecedented severity, making him pay utmost attention to the documents hidden in his cane.
The shopkeeper and his nominal wife used the business to provide the front lines with many scarce medicines, gauze, and food supplies. In the face of such a shortage of resources, their position was extremely important.
Yet, such an important identity was abandoned immediately by the organization because of a roll of film, which shows just how important that roll of film was!
More importantly, he also knew that several other comrades who also belonged to the municipal party committee had received the same order and left Shanghai at the same time through channels unknown to each other.
The proprietress slowly wound the scissors into the yarn and whispered, "What a pity about that shop."
Based on her years of experience working underground, she knew that no one who had delivered this information would ever return to Shanghai, and her hard-earned shop would no longer be able to transport supplies.
The boss chuckled and said, "There will be arrangements at home."
In this most chaotic ball of yarn in Asia, the organization won't hesitate to insert a few more needles.
Even if they weren't there, someone else would have.
And that bystander was Wen Zhao, who was about to make a fortune with the Japanese.
At the entrance.
Wen Zhao, dressed in a black police uniform, held his police cap in his hand, coughed lightly, and raised his chin, saying, "Young Master, I have an appointment with Mr. Nakamura tonight, so I won't be back."
Ling Yi paused in adjusting his collar, and complained softly, "You've only just recovered, why are you never home? Is it really that good outside?"
"Tsk, what do you know?" Wen Zhao snorted unhappily, striking a pose befitting the head of the household: "Mind your own business!"